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22 August 2004 @ 01:42 am
the week in review.  
I just made one of the most horrible mistakes you can make: I got free-sample perfume on my fingers. I knew I wouldn't want it, but it was a gift with purchase, and as I fumbled the bottle open for a sniff, I got some on my skin. It has soaked into me. It has become one with my person. I've layered my fingers with astringent, nail polish remover, rosemary-scented shaving gel, soap, and garlic, and I can still smell it. It is the smell of Evil.

But I'm otherwise okay and will probably survive and recover. Updates to follow in the coming days.

Today I went to the Seattle bash for the first time in a while; hung with cool fannish people and felt happily social, ate good food, and watched vids from Vividcon. Great stuff--several unexpectedly fab anime vids like Zettai Unmei Anime's "I Wish I Was A Lesbian," and other great ones I hadn't seen before--gwyn_r's "Santa Monica" and "Valentine Heart," melinafandom's and astolat's "The Mountain." Others, but not all shown at the con; I must order the compilation.

It's been a slow week with not much going on, though Thursday I did go see the Modernism exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum. I saw Van Gogh's "Cafe Terrace by Night" up close and personal. I stared at it for several minutes and thought: That needs more red.

Mostly I've been offline for the last several days, watching more movies and reading. I saw the Kill Bill sequel and am still kind of scratching my head. Rewatched A Mighty Wind and Cabin Fever and School of Rock. All good. Saw Dreamcatcher, which is Stephen King on the serious crack--and what kills me is the progression from start to finish, from something approaching serious, normal, and reminiscent, to the whacked-out, WTF?! climax. Dude. There are no words. I wish I could have sat in on a live, packed audience during that toilet sequence. It would have been amusing to watch people walk out.

Also watched 50 First Dates and cried and cried. At an Adam Sandler movie. I am such a girl. The last rental was Taking Lives, some Angelina Jolie serial-killer flick where I guessed the killer the first moment he hit the screen and found the ending pretty ludicrous, but...eh. It had its moments.

I smell my fingers, I smell my fingers, I smell. I vow never to let anything but Chanel No. 5 touch my body again, for as long as I both shall live. I could cut my fingers off of course, but that's a trade of short-term gain for long-term disability, plus it would probably hurt.

I think I will go rub a lemon on myself instead.
 
 
 
that'll give you bees: Lilaczoetrope on August 22nd, 2004 02:13 am (UTC)
I'm usually a lurker, but wanted to say that I recently watched 50 First Dates as well.

I am terrified of flying and on a recent flight they aired the movie, which I watched purely to take my mind off where I was. I was unprepared for being so completely sucked in by what I'd previously thought was a rather silly concept, and, yes, ended up crying and crying and crying. Yes, at an Adam Sandler movie.

I know just how you feel :)
The Alpha Betadiluvian on August 22nd, 2004 03:50 am (UTC)
You could try rubbing alcohol followed by soap & water. The baking soda sounds like a good idea, too.
sanguesangueuk on August 22nd, 2004 03:59 am (UTC)
smelly
As a fellow bitch to the godlike essence that is Chanel No 5, you have my sympathies. Have you tried ketchup - that's what they use for skunk pong I think.

A friend works at the Estee Lauder counter in a local department store and I often get a few extra cosmetic samples. Her colleague offered me a sample of one of their scents and my friend interjected,

"Don't bother. She wears Chanel."
"Oh."

lol
ex_dogsbody96 on August 22nd, 2004 06:05 am (UTC)
"...saw Van Gogh's "Cafe Terrace by Night" up close and personal. I stared at it for several minutes and thought: That needs more red."

God, I love you. You know that, right?

And, yeah - bicarb should do the trick. That or amputation...
grackles on August 22nd, 2004 07:09 am (UTC)
50 first dates made me cry too.

I read somewhere that if you rub your hands on a metal object (I think it has to be made of steel) under running water that it can help neutralize smells. You could try that. It's probably worn off by now, but if you ever do it again, you can try that.
for you I'd bleed myself dryboniblithe on August 22nd, 2004 08:11 am (UTC)
Perfumes are usually oil-based ... you need acid to neutralize that. Try soaking in vinegar, or if you have a bottle of Massengil lying around ... hehehe.
Jane Bluestockingj_bluestocking on August 22nd, 2004 10:54 am (UTC)
You're getting so many ideas about the fingers! I'm waiting for the straight-faced one that begins, "Go to a nearby farm and inquire about the quality of their manure..."

*waves from LA*
oblique_refoblique_ref on August 22nd, 2004 11:47 am (UTC)
Dreamcatcher is an endlessly amusing movie, just because I like to imagine the pitch meeting for it.
"Four friends and their magical retard stop and alien invasion."
"Wait, wait, did you say magical retard?"
"Well, yeah. See, he's an alien too. And he knows the other alien, who's English."
"Get out of my office."
"Stephen King wrote it!"
"King you say....?"

I guess it just goes to show you that sometimes talent, or even sanity isn't necessary if you're name's big enough.
Cabin Fever was the most unpleasent movie I've seen in a long time: kudos to them! Never has the primal fear of contagion been played so well that you sit in your chair squirming throuout the whole movie. And 'Pancakes'. What more needs to be said?
As for Kill Bill, i think the enjoyment of it is almost solely based on how well you love the movie's it's referencing. Plus, it's just damn weird. It's shot and composed like a fan letter to all the exploitation flicks of the 70's, but half the time Uma acts it totally straight, and the other half she's hamming it up. If nothing else, I respect her as an actress considerably more for having seen it.
School of Rock sort of suprised me. It was cutsey kiddie fare, but the movie sucessfully straddled the line between kid flick and nostalgic rock movie, which isn't easy to do. At times it got dangerously close to sacchrine cuteness, but always undercut the moment.
As for your finger related problems, I have absolutely nothing helpful to add. I'm a guy. If it's any more difficult than grunting and throwing rocks at it, I'm pretty much lost.
I'm Jon, by the way.
email: oblique@wolflair.net
AIM: ObliqueReference
I eagerly await your response to my previous missive.
Ailiseailise on August 22nd, 2004 01:47 pm (UTC)
fingers, again
Try soaking your fingers in vegetable oil. Seriously. Like dissolves like.